"Return to the palace!" Xiao Yunjing shouted in a deep voice. He glanced at Wuqing and the others. The four women nodded as Wuyou and the other two hugged the three little ones tightly and followed behind him. Only Wuqing remained expressionless, following Gu Qingli, her face a mask, as if she had reverted to her former poker-faced self.
Everyone immediately began their orderly descent from the mountain.
Once they were at the bottom, Xiao Yunjing ascended the emperor's carriage, while Gu Qingli entered the luxurious carriage. She excitedly touched its gorgeous frame, thrilled that all of this would soon be hers. I hadn't expected Xiao Yunjing to be so formidable, a prince who clawed his way through trials and tribulations to sit upon the supreme imperial throne. But even if he is the Emperor, I won't like him. He's a brute. I prefer men with a scholarly temperament, like my Brother Erlang.
